in the military of Northeast Asia.
The two most powerful armies.
The Mongolian and Yuan armies and the Han armies.
Among them, the best of the best, the heavy armored cavalry, launched a desperate struggle in this open and open place. Although the Han army had the belief that it would win, it also had reasons for winning.
Expelled the Tartars and recovered Liaodong.
They want to bring this war to defend Liaodong to an end.
More than ten years.
More than ten years.
Ten thousand Mongolian households invaded Liaodong, and the entire Liaodong army fell in the blink of an eye. After more than ten years of hard work, they recaptured twenty-six cities, leaving only six cities in Huanglong Mansion.
The time has come for closure.
"kill!!!!!!!"
Every Han cavalryman's blood is boiling in his body, and his eyes are full of desire. Desire to regain mountains and rivers.
This spirit has turned into the most powerful motivation. Driving their strong bodies, they rushed towards the Meng Yuan Iron Cavalry without fear of death.
The Mongolian soldiers also had the belief that they would win.
The pride of the fighting nation, the rich reward after victory.
Wanhu Jin Xuanyun was also present.
"Kill!!!!" Every Meng Yuan soldier rushed forward to kill without fear of the white blades and spears ahead.
The center of the tragic battlefield.
Feng Chong faced Jin Xuanyun.
Both sides knew each other well but had never fought against each other. But they didn't choose to test, and they killed him as soon as they came up.
"kill!"
Veins suddenly popped out in Feng Chong's arms under the armor, and he let out a roar like a tiger. The Zhangba sword in his hand was swung round, and then it struck Jin Xuanyun's neck like a crescent moon.
Jin Xuanyun did not dare to be careless. After accumulating strength for a moment, the horse in his hand intercepted Feng Chong's Zhangba sword.
"Boom" sound. The weapons collided in the air, but they made a thunderous roar. Feng Chong and Jin Xuanyun's expressions changed slightly, showing great strength.
"Kill!" Jin Xuanyun took the lead in taking back the horse, and then stabbed Feng Chong in the chest. Even though he has a protective goggle, if he is stabbed by this spear, he will be seriously injured even if he is not dead.
Feng Chong didn't dare to neglect, but he didn't force the answer. The body turned to the left, and the sharp spear edge rubbed against the iron pieces of his armor, emitting dazzling sparks.
After dodging this blow, the Zhangba sword in Feng Chong's hand was not idle and slashed at Jin Xuanyun's neck again.
Behead! ! !
Jin Xuanyun was already prepared. With a movement of his waist, he lay back on the horse and watched helplessly as the sword passed in front of him. Then he sat up quickly, without looking, but stabbed Feng Chong's armpit accurately with the horse spear in his hand.
Both sides are enemies of tens of thousands of people. Regardless of physical strength, martial arts, riding skills, and psychological quality, they are all on par. The fight feels like they are encountering talented people. Even if they don't take a hundred rounds, they can't tell the winner.
Even after a hundred rounds, it is extremely difficult to kill the opponent.
The two men clashed in the center of the battlefield. But the only ones who really paid attention to them were the soldiers beside them.
The remaining soldiers from both sides were risking their lives to fight with their opponents. There was no time to watch the battle between Feng Chong and Jin Xuanyun.
True gold is not afraid of fire.
This battlefield is a raging fire.
The troops on the battlefield are the testers.
Whoever is strong and who is weak will also try it out.
Although Feng Chong had no choice but to capture Jin Xuanyun, his army gradually gained the upper hand.
The soul and spirit of Yanhan are unparalleled.
Soldiers know why they are fighting and why they are going to die. Far more powerful than rewards, far more powerful than the pride of a fighting nation.
"Come on." A Han soldier had killed three people in a row. He lost his horse and his left hand, but he was holding a steel knife with his remaining right hand and stared straight ahead. The Meng Yuan warriors on war horses issued a terrifying invitation.
The Han soldier's wound was wrapped in a rag, and blood was flowing out. His face was pale, his body was covered in blood, and there was an arrow stuck in his chest.
But his momentum seemed to be that of the King of Heaven.
On the other hand, his opponent was the Meng Yuan soldiers. Although he fell off his horse, he was not injured. With his healthy body, he looked at the Han soldier with a broken hand in front of him, but he felt fearful.
"Damn. It's too difficult. Although we are not afraid of death, we are more afraid of death. We know that only by defeating the enemy can we survive. But these Han soldiers are really not afraid of death. They don't care whether they can win. No . They firmly believe that they can win. Then they first abandon their own lives and willingly become a stepping stone to victory."
This Mongolian soldier was sweating profusely and felt deeply frightened. But he was an elite warrior after all. After adjusting his mood, a sharp light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and he rushed forward with a single stride.
“Ding ding ding!!!”
The Mongolian soldiers held steel knives in both hands and fought with the Han soldier who had severed his hand. In just three rounds, the head of the Han soldier with a severed hand was chopped off.
This is a natural result and nothing to be proud of.
but.
The Meng Yuan warrior lowered his head and looked at his left arm. There was a small wound in the area that was not protected by armor.
This Han soldier with a severed hand, who was bound to die, made his greatest efforts in order to win. Cutting a healthy Mongolian soldier into a wounded soldier.
No matter how big or small the injury is, mobility will be affected.
If you cut off the robe of a Han soldier, you will have a chance.
"Damn bastard." The Meng Yuan soldier spit a mouthful of phlegm at the dead Han soldier with severed hands, cursed loudly, and then did not dare to delay and attacked other opponents.
Only by killing all the enemies and winning can you survive.
On this battlefield, no one can escape.
This Han soldier with a severed hand is not an exception.
Although the Mongolian soldiers are equally elite.
Although the Mongolian people can also absorb the essence of the Han army and evolve themselves. Not to mention the heavily armored, heavy axe-soldiers and divine arm bows, all of which were stolen by them.
When the Meng Yuan people first started their army, where did they have armor?
Who can make a horse?
All they have is a strong body and a tough spirit tempered in the harsh mountains and rivers.
But Yanhan stood at a higher level.
There was no winner in the battle between Jin Xuanyun and Feng Chong. However, the Qianhu heavy armored cavalry under their command gradually decided the winner.
"kill!!!!!!!"
The situation started with the two sides refusing to give in to each other, and after the number of personnel was reduced by 20 to 30%. The Han army launched an offensive, and the Han army officers and soldiers, like tireless machines and fearless beasts, howled and rushed towards the Meng Yuan army.
A wake-up call.
A wake-up call.
Jin Xuanyun paid some attention to the battlefield. Seeing the situation between the enemy and ourselves, he watched the heavy armored cavalry under his command gradually fall into a disadvantage.
It's like drinking a stick in the head, and the whole person feels cold.
how so?
The Han army is really so strong! ! ! !
